Eh. Just a quick thing I came up with. It's based on the song Never Be The Same by Red. Hope ya'll enjoy. This is, in no way, related to my other b/j fanfic, which I'm currently writing the next chapter to write now (:

The rain ricocheted off the cowl in his hands, and he bent his head down to look at the already cracked grave that stood to his knees. He knew the pouring rain was almost enough to seep through the Kevlar, and he knew Alfred would scold him about the dangers of hypothermia, but he could not tear his eyes away from the grave that stood before him:

JOHN DOE

N.A - 2010

The large, copperplate writing was a chilling reminder that this all wasn't a dream, that he was really gone. The word dead would never register in Bruce Wayne's mind. He had faced Death far too many times, and this just added to the long list of people who were gone forever in his life. However, this one was different, this one was sadder and this one, he knew, was going to change his life.

There would be no more fun, steamy times that occurred after his night of fighting crime. There would be no more waking up with the other man fast asleep in his arms, and no more of the taunting, arousing pet-names that were constantly purred in his ear before their mouths met in their fiery passion. There would be no more of the feeling that his soul was combined with someone else's, for once in his life, and no more of the feeling that he was truly loved by something that truly understood him.

With the Joker gone, he would never be the same. It was a disgusting thing to say that he missed him, but it was true.

Bruce Wayne knew he had to leave the disgusting graveyard behind Arkham before he was caught. It was dark, rainy, and he was tired. He needed to sleep. Sleep brought back memories of his clown, his experiences, and everything was real when he was asleep. A few tears mixed with the rain as he put the cowl back on, and used his grapple gun to get onto the roof of Arkham easier. He knew he'd have to return to Gotham as her watchful protector, and that he would just have to block the memory of his soul mate out of his brain. How he'd do it, he didn't know.

However, he knew that the laughter and snarky comments inside of his head weren't his conscious. A nasally voice whispered in his head as he continued his duties, and he even grinned at some of the comments when he wasn't doing his job.

"Ya know, Brucey, you really oughta smile more!"

Everything that I write sucks. This was short, and I wanted to get it done fast and I am tired :3 Hope you liked.